Thanks for the help Holly, you're the best!
~3 Months later~
It had been 3 months since they found Greg and three months since Greg and Nick had gotten together. Those three months had been the most blissful part of their lives so far and they both prayed for many more blissful experiences together.
Greg had moved into Nick's apartment; since it was bigger, about a month after getting together and had fun trying out his new bed with Nick; sure it had mainly been making out, but they did get to explore each other's bodies a little more.
Greg was still recovering from his injuries, mainly the jagged cut on his left leg. His arm had healed and his leg was in the slow process of healing. The brace had been taken off today and now he only had to deal with the itchy stitching on his leg that was covered by bandaging. The stitches were due to come out two weeks from now. Greg couldn't wait for that time to come because he really wanted to finally make love to Nick, since Nick had been persistent that they wouldn't have sex until the worst of his injuries were healed.
But the worst part of this three month was that it had been three months since he had to tell his mother that George Sanders was missing.
When the police and Graveyard Shift had arrived at the Sanctum they found nothing but an empty building. George Sanders and his followers had cleaned out and split town, leaving no trace of them behind.
Greg still remembered the conversation he had had with his mother when he had to call her and tell her that her husband was missing.
~Flashback~
After getting a phone call from Nick telling him that his father was gone and the sanctum was completely empty, Greg sat down on the couch, knowing he had to call his mother, who was most likely already worrying about her husband who had failed to come home when he was supposed to.
The phone felt 100 pounds heavier as he thought over how he was going to tell his mom that her husband was gone, wanted by the police and would most likely never be seen or heard from again.
Greg slowly dialed his mothers number, hoping to say the right words to her as he patiently waited for her to pick up.
"This is the Sanders residence, Irene Sanders speaking." said the surprisingly cheerful voice of his mother, making it that little bit harder to tell her now she was in a good mood.
"Hi mom." He softly spoke.
"Gregory! Oh hello darling, how are you?" she said, pleased to hear from her son after so long.
Greg wanted to lie and say that he was doing great and then his mother would proceed to ask him about Nick. His mother had no idea that Greg had been in the hospital, per Greg's request, because he didn't want her to worry about him. He had called a week after being released from the hospital and told her that he and Nick had finally gotten together. She had been ecstatic that her baby boy had finally gotten the man of his dreams. She had also threatened to skin Nick alive if he hurt her son.
"Not so good mom… look I really need to tell you something," Greg cautiously began.
"What's wrong honey? Did that boy hurt you because if he did I'll get on a plane right now and-"
Greg cut her off before she could finish plotting Nick's gruesome demise. "No, no mom Nick and I are fine. What I called to tell you is that dad is missing and-" this time his mom cut him off.
"Missing? But I just talked to him an hour ago. He said that he had decided to stay a few more days to spend some time with you." she said, a little confused but also concerned at the thought that her husband was missing.
Greg wasn't even surprised that his father had called his mother because that was something his father would do. "Did he tell you where he was?"
"No, but I did hear people talking in the background. Gregory Hojem Sanders if this is some kind of joke you are not going to be able to sit for an entire month!" Irene threatened, just like she used to when he was a child.
"I would never joke about something like that mom, now please let me finish! Dad is missing and he's wanted by the police." Greg left out the reason for obvious reasons, but Irene Sanders demanded answers, especially when her loved ones were involved.
"Why are the police after him honey? What did he do forget to pay a parking ticket!" she exclaimed.
Greg braced himself for the hysteria and questions that were about to hit him. "He's wanted for murder." He told her with a nervous gulp.
There was silence on the other end that lasted for an entire minute, making Greg became concerned that his mother might have had a heart attack or something."Mom?" he asked concerned.
"M-murder? My husband, your father, committed murder! How could you even say something like that? If we were in the same room right now I would knock some sense into you boy! Murder! How dare you accuse him of that! Do you have any proof that he committed this alleged crime?" she ranted.
"He told me himself!" Greg practically shouted. He didn't mean to explode at her like that, but when his mother got worked up she generally worked up the people around her.
There was another moment of silence and Greg felt like shit for yelling at her like that but he had gotten so agitated with her. "I'm going to hang up now and pretend that I never had this conversation with you." Irene Sanders was in denial and to be truthful he couldn't blame her, if roles had been reversed he would have been in denial as well.
"Mom you have to face the facts that dad isn't the man you thought he was." Greg insisted, not wanting her to hang up.
"Goodbye Gregory."
"Mom-" Greg tried by the line was disconnected and all he heard was the dial tone.
~End Flashback~
Greg had called her several times after that but whenever he tried to bring up dad she would either come up with an excuse to hang up or laugh it off and start a completely different conversation.
He was now lying in bed with Nick when his phone rang again. They just finished a heavy make-out session where they left no part of their bodies untouched. Greg had his head resting on Nick's bare chest with Nick's arm wrapped around him.
Both men groaned in frustration at the sound of the ringing phone. Greg recognized the ringtone as his own, trying to reach out to get the infernal device, but Nick refused to relinquish his hold.
"Nicky, I have to answer the phone and in order to do that you have to let me go." Greg said with a slight giggle.
Nick's hold only tightened. "I'll never let you go Greg." He sleepily mumbled.
Greg kissed him then somehow managed to untangle himself enough to reach for the phone on the nightstand to answer it.
"Hello?" he answered sleepily.
"Hello Gregory," said an eerily familiar voice.
Any feelings of tiredness left Greg in one breath and he was soon wide awake. His breath caught in his throat and he noticeably stiffened against Nick's chest.
"Greg?" Nick said concerned, noticing the frightened expression on his face.
"D-dad?" he stuttered.
At hearing this Nick snatched the phone out of his boyfriend's hand. "Listen to me you fuckin' son-of-a-bitch! You leave Greg and me the hell alone and if I found out that you've even sneezed in his direction, I swear to god I will hunt you down and kill you!" he growled angrily.
"Such a temper Nicholas! No need to get angry. I simply wish to speak to my son." George spoke calmly, unfazed by Nick's threat.
"If you really think I'm going to let you talk to him you must have more than a few screws loose." Nick retorted. He was about to hang up but Greg grabbed his wrist.
"Let me talk to him." he said flatly.
"Do you really think that's a good idea Greg? After everything he put you through?" Nick was really against Greg talking to this man. He really wanted to hang up and keep him away from the bastard in order to protect his beloved Greg.
"I'll be okay Nick; I need to talk to him." Greg stated, reaching out for the phone.
Nick held onto the phone for a few more seconds before he reluctantly handed the phone over.
Greg brought the phone to his ear and spoke softly, "Hello dad."
"It's good to speak to you again Greg, I see you and Nick finally got together, congratulations!" George applauded.
"Cut the bullshit and tell me why you called!" Greg demanded.
"I'm calling to tell you that you are to come down the sanctum; we need to discuss some things, mainly your future. And if you tell Nick about this meeting the man I have armed with a sniper currently has his gun trained on the back of Nick's head and he will fire at my command. If you don't believe me take a look in the mirror." George coldly stated.
Without turning his head to alert Nick he looked in the mirror that was on Nick's side of the bed. Sure enough there was a small red dot on the back of Nick's head.
"You are to come to the sanctum an hour after Nick has left for work if you tell Nick anything about our talk, my sniper will take him out." he threatened.
"I understand dad." Greg replied, putting on a calm facade so as not to alert Nick that something was wrong.
"Now I'm going to hang up the phone and you are going to tell Nick that I told you that I am going into hiding for a while until things calm down. Goodbye son."
"Goodbye dad." Greg heard the other line click and he canceled the call. Lowering the phone he placed the device back onto nightstand beside him and sat in silence.
"Greg, what did he say?" Nick asked, pulling Greg back into his arms.
Greg gulped down his nerves then flatly lied. "He was calling to tell me good luck in my life and that he was going to go into hiding for a little while until things calmed down so you don't have to worry, he's not going to bother us ever again." He wanted to tell him the truth but he could still see that sniper trained on the back of Nick's head.
Nick could tell that something was bothering him so he decided to press the matter. "What's wrong Greg, I can tell something's bothering you; I can see it in your eyes." Nick requested, needing Greg to tell him what was wrong so he could make it better.
"Nothing's wrong babe, everything is great," to distract Nick he turned around in his arms and started kissing him on the lips then slowly started to make his way down.
"Greg...nhm...mmm...oh god." Nick's head flopped down onto the pillow and his eyes closed.
Greg continued to kiss his way down Nick's chest, but before he could go any further Nick pulled him back up, crashing their lips together and Greg responded eagerly.
Being careful of his injuries Nick maneuvered Greg so that Nick was now on top, claiming every inch of Greg's neck. Greg moaned and curled his hand in Nick's hair, pulling him up to capture his lips once again.
And for just a little while Greg could forget, just for a little while of how he would have to lie to Nick.
~One Hour Later~
Greg handed Nick his mug of blue Hawaiian and received a grateful kiss in thanks.
"Thanks hun, now remember to stay off your leg as much as possible." Nick protectively reminded him. "I don't want to have to take you back to the hospital again; heaven knows we've both seen enough hospital rooms in our time."
"Don't worry, you've ingrained that into my mind so even when I'm all healed I'm still going to remember." Greg replied wrapping his arms around Nick's neck, smiling up at his lover.
Nick smiled in return then leaned down to kiss him. "I love you." he beamed.
"Love you too." Greg snuck in another kiss then unwound his arms, taking a step back.
"You'd better get going or you'll be late, again." Greg said with a smirk.
"I seem to recall a certain distraction that got in my way." Nick teasingly retorted.
"You never can resist me!" Greg smugly replied.
"That goes both ways." Nick replied.
"Better get going before I come up with an excuse to keep you here then," Greg said, silently wishing he could keep Nick here longer, just so he would feel a little bit better with Nick safely in his sight.
"I'll see you later Greg." Nick finally left the apartment and the smile on Greg's face instantly faded.
Greg watched from the window as Nick got in his truck and drove off. He sadly walked away from the window and made his way back into the bedroom to get changed out of his pajama pants and into his street clothes.
When he was changed Greg left their apartment, locking the door behind him and walking off down the stairs towards his car. He was still able to drive because his right leg was the dominant one.
Getting into the car he closed the door and rested his hands on the steering wheel, sucking in a deep shaky breath. What was he doing? Going to meet the man who had basically blackmailed him into doing his dirty work and once again threatening Nick's life. He didn't even know what his father meant when he said 'discuss your future'. Sure he had his ideas but he really didn't want any of them to come true.
He was suddenly struck by a thought: What if he never sees Nick again? His father could be planning on knocking him out and taking him away or even killing him.
His hand reached into his pocket, snapping out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts on the screen, pausing as he tried to figure out who he was going to call?
He wanted to call Nick and tell him everything but that would put him in danger and he would never allow that to happen. He needed to call someone that he could trust and would do what was best for Nick…
Warrick!
Selecting Warrick's number he held the phone to his ear, patiently waiting for him to pick up. "Come on Warrick, pick up!" Greg pleaded as it continued to ring.
He finally picked up, making Greg sigh a breath of relief.
"Hey Greg, what's up?"
"Warrick, I need you to do something for me." Greg said.
Something in Greg's voice made Warrick uneasy. "Greg what's going on? Are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"I can't really explain, but you may not be seeing me for a while so Nick's going to need someone to get him through the hard times and to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." Greg said, paranoia making him look around at his surroundings for any black vans.
"Greg what are you talking about, your scaring me here!" Warrick said with a tinge of fear in his voice.
"I can't talk much longer but I need you to promise me that you'll never let Nick find out about this conversation. Thanks for everything Warrick. Goodbye." Greg ended the call and leaned back in his seat.
He then rolled down his window and chucked the phone out the window where it shattered on the road.
~Crime Lab Locker Room~
"Greg-" the conversation was cut off and the phone was lowered away from his ear. Warrick stared down at his phone in shock. What was Greg doing? What he planning on doing something stupid or was he just drunk dialing?
Panic surged through him when he decoded Greg's message. Wherever Greg was going there was a huge possibility that he wouldn't be coming back. Launching up from the bench, Warrick dashed off down the hallway, knocking into people and causing them to drop files.
"Sorry!" he called back, in too much of a hurry to go back to help them.
He made it to Archie's lab and surprised the computer tech, almost causing him to spill his coffee all over himself, from the sudden intrusion.
"What's up man? You look like you're being chased by crazed Klingon's." in fact Warrick did. His eyes were the size of tennis balls and he was breathing so hard that his chest looked like it was being inflated like a balloon.
"I need the location of the last received call on this cell phone!" Warrick said, handing the tech the phone.
Knowing better than to question the crazed looking CSI, he hooked the phone up and typed the command into the computer.
Warrick stood behind Archie's chair, staring intently at the screen.
The computer came up with an answer as a flashing red light and an address. "It came from a cell phone at 117 Plaza Avenue, weird isn't that Nick's place?" Archie said, looking up at the man behind him.
"Can you track that cell phone?" Warrick had his fingers crossed, praying they could track Greg.
Archie typed in another command then shook his head.
"Sorry man, the GPS in the phone has either been disabled or the phone is turned off." Archie announced.
"Dammit Greg!" Warrick cursed under his breath.
"Greg? Wait a second, why are you trying to track Greg's phone?" Archie asked, becoming concerned for his possibly lost friend.
"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure the kid's in trouble and I need to find him before he does something stupid. Thanks for trying Arch."
Archie handed Warrick his phone back, watching him pocket the device. "Keep me updated, okay?" Archie requested.
"Yeah, okay." Warrick left the lab quickly, walking down the hall towards Grissom's office. Without knocking he barged inside, completely surprising Grissom who was working on his butterfly collection.
He looked up from his interrupted work, seeing the look of distress in his employee's eyes, along with the nervous rubbing of his hands. "Warrick, is something wrong?"
Closing the door behind him Warrick walked towards the desk, taking a seat in front of it.
"Greg's in trouble, or at least that's the way it sounded and I tried to have Archie trace his phone but Greg either turned it off or destroyed it, and I'm pretty sure it's the latter." Warrick said, his words stringing together from the stress of the situation.
"Slow down Warrick and take a deep breath. When did Greg call you?" he asked, going into investigator mode so as he could keep the distress he was feeling inside.
Warrick checked his phone and relayed the information to Grissom.
"Five minutes ago." he looked up from the device at Grissom.
Grissom took his glasses off and massaged his brow. "Call Brass and gather Catherine and Sara to the briefing room but send Nick to me." he requested, knowing that Nick would have to be in a private area because he was surely going to explode at the news of Greg in trouble.
Warrick stood up from the chair, leaning over the desk to look at Grissom. "I can't believe this is happening again Griss. We just got Greg back and he's been taken away from us again? It's not right!" Warrick shook his head then slowly turned to leave.
"You have to set your feelings aside Warrick, we're all emotionally involved in this one, especially Nick, and in order to find Greg we're going to need clear heads." Grissom informed him, looking up at Warrick.
"What if...what if we don't like what we find?" Warrick asked, without turning around.
Grissom was silent for a few moments before he spoke, choosing his words carefully. "We do everything in our power to find justice." he answered, hoping what Warrick voiced wouldn't be the outcome.
Warrick turned the handle and walked out of the office, his heart aching at what he was going to have to do.
~In Front Of The Sanctum~
He didn't get out of his car straight away, just sat in the car with his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel until they were in a death grip. It was almost as if his body was physically trying to stop him from leaving the car. Did his body know something horrible was going to happen?
"C'mon Greg, you have to go in there, if you don't it could cost you Nick!" he coached himself. His body still refused to move.
A sudden tapping on his window startled him. He looked to the left to see Toby glaring at him. Managing to un-grip his hands from the wheel, he rolled down the window and looked up at Toby who glared down at him menacingly.
"Hey Toby, how's the head?" he asked nervously.
Toby just glared in reply and motioned for him to get out of the car. He knew that if he didn't get out, Toby would make him get out and he was guessing that Toby's way would be rather painful.
Greg unbuckled his seatbelt, cautiously unlocking the door then got out of the car, warily following Toby off towards the building.
Toby was going a little too fast for Greg and whenever Greg stepped down on his bad leg or made a bad move he hissed and groaned in pain. Greg was pretty sure he could hear him laughing at his misery. Yeah, he was still pissed about the whole knock out thing.
They made it to the door and Toby knocked once. The familiar peephole opened and they were met by a pair of misty blues.
"I've got the delivery." Toby announced. The peephole slid closed and an arrangement of locks clicked open. The door slowly opened, revealing a man stood on the other side. Toby walked past the man, while Greg limped past him, he wasn't shocked to see he was heavily armed.
When they were both inside the door was closed again and the security was re-engaged.
Looking around the sanctum he saw two metal chairs positioned in the middle of the room that had been spot lighted. On one of the chairs seated his father who had a casual smile on his face.
Greg walked towards his father, standing behind the chair while Toby moved to stand beside him. "Glad you could make it Gregory. Please, please sit down! Get off that bad leg of yours." George insisted, gesturing to the chair in front of him.
Hesitantly Greg limped around the chair and sat down.
"You wanted to talk to about my future, whatever that means, so start talking so I never have to see your fucking face again." Greg said, letting the bitterness roll off his tongue with ease.
"We'll I was going to try and be civil but since you want to be all business, I'll get right down to business. Since Sean can no longer fulfill his duties, seeing as he is in prison I need another right hand man that I can trust to keep all my secrets and can take over when I'm gone." George said, crossing his right leg over his left.
Greg couldn't help the laugh that escaped his throat. His father actually used trustworthy to describe the aspect of their father-son relationship and not only that but he wanted Greg to take over, that was just laughable because Greg would rather die than do that.
"Does something amuse you?" George asked curiously.
"You honestly want me to be your new right hand man? I would purposely give away all the shifter's secrets and kill you in your sleep." Greg smiled.
Greg heard the clicking of guns around him and the very distinct click of Toby's gun on the side of his head.
"Calm down everyone there's no need for those, he was only joking." George made a lowering motion with his hands.
The firearms were slowly and reluctantly put away.
"I was expecting as much that is why I have had my men make a special pick-up." George snapped his fingers and another light illuminated another chair, only who he saw bound and gagged to the chair made his blood boil.
Irene Sanders was bound and gagged and she had a rather large goose bump on the side of her head. But if that wasn't blood boiling enough there was a man standing behind her that had a gun pressed to the back of her skull.
There was also tear tracks down her cheeks and her eyes were puffy and red.
"What do you think you're doing?" Greg tried to get up but Toby had walked behind him and forced him to remain seated.
To make sure he didn't try to bolt he kept a firm grip on his shoulders.
"Threatening Nick was beginning to lose its edge so I had to come up with something new and though it pains me; your mother was the only option I had." George replied.
Greg could tell that the sadness in his voice was fake, but that wasn't at all shocking. "Let her go you son-of-a-bitch!" Greg tried to stand up from the chair again but Toby's grip increased and Greg was forced to remain in his seat yet again.
"I want to let her go Greg and allow her to return safely to California, but her safety all depends on your actions." George replied.
Greg looked to his mom and could practically feel her fear. He wished he could do something to help her, but his father was more powerful than him and could easily overpower him.
"Don't worry mom, everything is going to be okay. I'm going to get you out of this." Greg said, trying to calm her fears. He wanted to give her more comfort but he couldn't from so far away.
He looked back to his father, slumping his shoulders in defeat. "Alright I'll do it, just let mom go and I'll do whatever you want."
Irene Sanders shook her head vehemently and tried to shout something through the gag but all that came out was high pitched mumbles.
"Excellent! Now that that's taken care of we can get the hell of out of here and make base elsewhere."
The light surrounding Greg's mother suddenly went out, taking his mom out of sight.
George stood up from his chair and stood towering over Greg, who was staring down at the floor in regret.
"Toby and Michael will accompany you back to your apartment so you can pack some of your personal belongings then drive you to the airport where a private jet will be waiting for us." George said, looking happily down at Greg.
George turned and walked away from Greg with all of his men, leaving two men behind. One was Toby so Greg presumed the other was Michael.
"I'll be seeing you shortly Gregory." George said over his shoulder.
When George and his men were completely out of sight Greg was forced out of the chair, but Toby practically dragged Greg to the door with Michael in tow.
~Back at the CSI Lab~
Warrick had been looking for Nick for a few minutes now. He didn't know where else to look then he heard the clanging of a metal locker door. He walked off into the locker room, seein Nick changing out of a coffee stained shirt into a clean one.
Nick closed his locker, looking up from buttoning up his new shirt to see Warrick at the door. "Hey man, what's up." Nick smiled, walking towards his best friend.
"You… need to go talk to Grissom." Warrick said seriously.
"Why? Does it have something to do with my case?" he asked curiously, wondering if the bug he found in his vic's mouth had some major significance.
"No." Warrick shook his head, not sure how to break this news to him. "Just go talk to Grissom right now." He instructed then without waiting for a reply Warrick walked out of the locker room to track down Catherine and Sara.
Nick stood in place for a few minutes, contemplating what Grissom needed to see him for if it wasn't about his case. The only reason he could come up with was that it had something to do with Greg, and coming to that thought he hurried out of the locker room and practically ran into his supervisor's office.
Without knocking Nick burst into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Tell me this has nothing to do with Greg, please!" Nick begged, beginning to pace in front of Grissom's desk from all the tense nerves in his body.
"Sit down and calm down before you hyperventilate." Grissom advised.
"Cut the bull and just tell me already!" Nick shouted, stopping his pacing and frantic breathing in front of his desk.
"Warrick received a call from Greg, he and I both fear that something may have happened to him. Warrick tried to trace Greg's phone, but either his phone is turned off or the GPS has been disabled." Grissom watched Nick intently, waiting for him to explode.
Nick just stood there, his face void of any emotion but Grissom could tell that the anger was building up because his hands were clenched so tightly by his sides and Grissom thought he was going to pop a blood vessel or something.
"I knew I shouldn't have left him alone and now that bastard has him!" In an explosion of rage Nick swept all the contents off Grissom's desk sending the items crashing to the floor.
Grissom stood up from his desk and looked sadly down at his destroyed butterfly collection, mourning its loss for a brief few seconds.
He looked away from his ruined collection, looking for the angry Texan again, but found he was no longer there; instead he was barreling off down the hallway with his keys in hand.
Knowing that with the state Nick was in he could do something reckless and get himself killed. Grissom hurried out of his office and bounded down the hallway to try and catch the furious Texan.
As he passed the briefing room his nightshift members looked up from the table, watching their supervisor hastily running off down the hallway.
In perfect synchronization they all leapt out of their chairs and hurried after their speeding supervisor.
In the parking garage Nick was practically sprinting towards his truck when he heard an exhausted shout of his name behind him. He stopped and turned to see his boss and a few paces behind him the whole nightshift crew.
"Nick you need to stop and think rationally! Going off by yourself with no clue of Greg's whereabouts is not going to help Greg, or you!" Grissom reasoned, with the other nightshift members standing beside him.
"I'm not just going to stand here and do nothing Grissom! I need to get Greg back!" Nick turned to continue going to his truck but the ringing of his phone once again stopped him.
He wanted to just ignore the call but there was hope in his mind that it was Greg calling, so got the phone out of his pocket as quick as he could with his co-workers looking on as he checked the caller ID.
Nick let out a disappointed groan that it wasn't Greg. But it was Korey; she may be calling to tell him where Greg was so he quickly answered. "Yeah?"
"Nick, George and his followers are back! I saw them entering the sanctum with some woman and when my source finally managed to get a hold of me, he said that George was planning on making Greg come with them to some Island in Tahiti!" she exclaimed in one breath, talking so fast that Nick could hardly understand her.
But he did understand that George was back and planned on taking Greg away from. Again!
"Have you seen Greg?" Nick asked, having still not turned around to face his co-workers so they still had no clue who he was talking to, so they proceeded to get a little closer to hear what he was talking about.
"He came in his car about fifteen minutes ago and Toby, he's one of George's thickheaded goons, met him at his car and they went inside the building. Greg, Toby and Michael, another one of George's goons left about 5 minutes ago. Nick you need to get down here now because from the looks of things George is getting ready to head out and from what I can tell Nick, Greg's going with him." Korey said, peering around the edge of a dumpster as she watched the two goons leading some woman into the back of one of their plain black vans.
"Where are you?" Nick asked, already thinking of different creative ways to kill George, each one more gruesome then the last.
"Where do you think I am! I'm outside the sanctum behind a dumpster! Now get your ass down here!" she snapped her phone shut then peered around the dumpster again.
Nick brought the phone away from his ear, without acknowledging the people behind him he sprinted off towards his truck, unlocked the door and jumping inside.
"Nick, where are you going man?" Warrick shouted over the rumble of the engine.
"The sanctum!" he shouted back. He pulled out of his parking space and whipped his car around to speed off out of the garage as fast as the car would allow him.
The others only stood in silence for a few seconds before sprinting into action and climbing into one of their separate Tahoe's. Warrick was driving while Catherine, Grissom and Sara were along for the ride.
~Back parking lot of Nick and Greg's apartment building~
Toby parked the van behind Nick and Greg's apartment building. He turned the van off then turned around in his seat to strike a menacing glare at Greg with a gun aimed directly at his head.
"Try anything and I swear to god I will not hesitate to put a bullet in you." he threatened.
Greg mutely nodded his head in understanding, not taking his eyes off the gun. He felt no emotion, even with a gun aimed at him, he was hollow, emotionless. With the prospect of knowing that he was never going to see Nick, friends and family again he was close to welcoming the release of death.
He was so far off in his mind that he didn't notice as Toby and Michael got out of the van. It wasn't until the van's side door was pulled open and he was roughly yanked out of the van was he brought out of his mindset and back into the real world.
As soon as he was standing upright again he felt the barrel of the gun pressing into his back.
"Start walking and if you try anything I swear to god I will kill you on the spot." He threatened once again as he pressed the barrel deeper into his back, forcing him to walk towards the building.
Greg's eyes were roaming back and forth trying to see if anyone could see what was going on and call the police, but the one time the parking lot was void of people was the one time he needed someone to be there for him to call the police. Typical!
They reached the back door and when he reached into his pocket to get his keys he heard the click of the gun and froze.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Toby hissed.
"Getting my key to the door out." Greg answered shakily.
"Slowly raise your hands up in the air." Toby ordered.
Without looking away from the back of Greg's head Toby spoke to Michael.
"Reach into his pocket and get his keys." he ordered.
Michael did as he was told, stepping up to Greg's side then reached into the pocket Greg had tried to reach in and retrieved the set of keys.
"Now open the door." Toby instructed. Michael walked forwards and put the key in the lock, slowly turning the handle and opening the door. He stepped inside so Toby and Greg could pass by. Toby pushed the gun deeper into Greg's back.
Greg stumbled inside the apartment with Toby behind him and Michael following close behind.
~The Sanctum~
As soon as Nick's truck parked in front of the building he jumped out of the truck. Right behind him Warrick parked the Tahoe with everyone else inside.
On instinct Nick had already taken out his gun and was scanning the area for any people. His eyes soon landed on Korey, who was kneeling behind a dumpster waving him and the others over.
They hurried over to her and took to hiding behind the dumpster as well.
"How many of them are there?" Nick asked in a hushed tone.
"Around… 20," She made a guess. "Maybe more. Their black van and George's limo is still here so they haven't left yet." Korey informed them.
"Why is that? They have what they came for so why stick around?" Warrick asked aloud.
"Could be their erasing their prints, making it seem like they were never here. It's definitely something George would do; staying long enough in one spot just for the thrill of possibly getting caught." Korey mused.
"I don't care why he's still here as long as he's within my reach that's all that matters," without warning Nick straightened out with his gun trained in front of him, hastily making his way away from the dumpster towards the wall by the door.
His friends were forced to watch in silence or else risk getting Nick shot by calling out to him as Nick reached out to try the handle. He would have looked through a window but the building had no windows, so he was going to have to put all his faith in god to keep him from getting shot because of not knowing where his opponents were.
He tried the handle, becoming suspicious when he found it to be unlocked. A man like George would never leave his front door open unless he had a plan in mind.
Taking a chance he took a breath then turned the knob. With his gun out in front of him he cautiously entered the building.
"The door is unlocked, shit!" George would never leave the doorway to the sanctum opened. Korey produced her own gun and ran across the premises and into the building.
The others were startled when the door suddenly slammed closed behind her.
They shot up from behind the dumpster and ran to the door, but when they tried the handle they found the door to be locked.
When Warrick tried to kick the door down he stumbled back and his leg tingled in pain. There was no way they were going to be able to kick the door down and bullets would just ricochet off the door.
"Dammit!" Warrick shouted, pounding his hand against the door.
~Inside the sanctum~
When Nick entered the sanctum he was submerged in darkness; all the lights were out and since there were no windows he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. He jumped when the door behind him suddenly opened and was blinded when he turned around by the sunlight that suddenly lit up the room, if only for a second due to the fact that the door was suddenly closed. He couldn't see who had entered the building but he kept the gun aimed in the direction of the door.
"Nick, it's just me, Korey." Korey whispered, walking towards him so they were face to face.
Nick lowered his gun away from her but quickly turned back around when a noise caught his attention. It sounded like someone scraping a chair across the floor.
"So you are the man who stole my son's heart." said a deep voice that echoed off the walls.
Korey now had her gun trained in front of her and was standing beside Nick at the ready.
A light was suddenly turned on and Nick squinted his eyes at the sudden brightness. When his eyes adjusted to the light he saw a man, who was probably close to his mid 60's sitting in a metal chair, looking perfectly content with two guns being aimed at him.
"I think it's time you and I had a little talk about my son." George pointedly stated.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update this but I'm in a play that takes up a lot of my time and the play only has two more performances left so I should be able to update quicker. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you did review please!